Friday, January 22, 2016

Blizzard Winds, Some Snow, and French Onion Soup...


Rustic yeast bread rising...
Snow falling...
Blizzard winds blowing...
Wind chimes chiming...
Red birds visiting...
The scent of fresh bread baking fills the country house with a delicious aroma...
It's comforting...
Like a warm snuggle blanket...
Home is my comfort,
a sacred place where my spirit is restored...



Sweet onions...butter...olive oil...
The base and the beginning of French Onion Soup...
With cream...
And crusty home baked bread,
covered in Mozzarella,
toasted to a golden brown,
in Italian bowls...
Sweet...
Creamy...
Comfort...
Served by the fire with a glass of Merlot...


Warmth and comfort on a cold night...

Musings and thoughts from the country house...

There are simple solutions to complex lives;
Love.
Harmony.
Comfort.

Accept what this moment provides,
and its energy will spread beyond all boundaries...

Put pleasure into living...

Country life...
It's a very good place for thinking...

My house,
my home,
is the expression of my soul...

Blessings,
Yaya

2 comments:

Hélène Flont , french painter said...

Une soupe à l'oignon, a treat and tradition in France after an evening at the theatre !!! Bonjour à Lucy :)

Anonymous said...

Je vous remercie beaucoup de votre visite et commentaire.

Blessings,
Yaya